Growing up in the 1960s, I was frequently over my mother’s lap getting the hairbrush on my bottom. I...
My first interest in spanking began many years ago, in the heart of a close-knit family that seemed to...
Discipline in our home was never taken lightly. I still recall the sting of many a good hard smacking...
My Mother and Father were reasonable people, products of their time who believed firmly that their offspring should be...
During the war in the 1940s, I was sent away from home to live with my Aunt Jennifer in...
One episode from my childhood stands out more than any other. I remember it so clearly—the way the sunlight...
Back in the mid-1950s, I witnessed an unforgettable event that would leave a lasting impression on me. My parents,...
Back in my formative years in the late 60s, I remember my brother had his friend round for the...
It is hard to believe that fifty years have passed since that memorable visit to my aunt’s house with...
Our household held onto old-fashioned values. My parents, especially my mother, believed that discipline was necessary for raising children....
I grew up in the usual middle-class suburban family AND I had two siblings. My father very rarely spanked...
The winter of 1975 wrapped our home in a heavy, silent embrace. My grandfather—my mother’s father—had just passed away,...
My parents never exactly moved with the modern times. When it came to raising their offspring, they seemed stuck...
In my youth, I formed a close friendship with a boy from my village, Simon, who was two years...
I was utterly astonished when James confided in me that his Mother had taken to using the cane, a...
As a young boy, my days unfolded within the gentle order and loving discipline of our home, where sunlight...
Being a townie, it was rare that my family made the long drive to the ocean for a day...
My name is Peter, and as a child I loved going on road trips with my family. My mother,...
My brother Jeffrey, who was two years older, and I, Peter, got spanked once in a water-related escapade. Our...
Growing up in the 1970s, our household was shaped by the values and routines of the time. Our Mother,...
It was a bright and cheerful morning in Willow Lane. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting golden patterns...
(gap: 2s) My parents were, in every sense, the pillars of my childhood. They were the kind of people...
Growing up in the 60s, our home was its own little world—a place where order reigned, laughter echoed from...
I was brought up in the 1960s and 70s, a time when parents were generally much stricter with their...
When I was a little girl, my parents were always very fair and kind, but they believed in teaching...
My mother, Agnes, was a schoolmistress in a small village primary school in Scotland in the 1950s, when the...
I spent my childhood in New Jersey, accompanied by my younger sister, Amanda. The year was 1962, and our...
In addition to parental punishments, the young are sometimes spanked by someone closer to their own age, most commonly...
My brother Peter and I, though twins, were as different as chalk and cheese, yet bound by an unbreakable...
Ingrid, our Jamaican housekeeper and nanny, who was entrusted with the care and discipline of the younger children in...
I grew up in a peaceful, picturesque village nestled in the English countryside during the 1960s. Our home was...
My grandmother’s Christian faith was the foundation of her life, guiding her every action with unwavering resolve. She believed,...
In 1941, I was in a day school for boys in Oxford. I had no siblings, and my father...
I was brought up by my grandmother, a lady for whom discipline and order were the very foundation of...
One evening, both my parents had to work late, leaving me in the care of my older sister, Rebeca,...
My mother was a loving and attentive woman, always striving to do what was best for her family. Yet,...
My name is Andrew, and this tale took place many years ago. During one summer, my sister Diane and...
As youngsters we were never shy, for we had grown up together and were used to the ways of...
In the world of home and family, the name Mrs Beeton is synonymous with wisdom and guidance. Yet, few...
During the 1950s, discipline at my primary school was administered with the utmost seriousness. Only the most unruly children...
When I was in my late teens, I traveled to Jamaica with my mother and younger sister to visit...
I was born in the late 1950s, the second of six children. I have four sisters and a brother,...
Once upon a time, in a quiet, sunlit suburb, there lived a little girl named Susan and her younger...
The summer that Grandmother came to reside with us was a season that seemed to stretch on endlessly, thick...
My family lived in middle Tennessee during the 1960s, a time when the Beatles were on the radio, kids...
In the mellow haze of the late 1960s, when the world was awash with new music, shifting fashions, and...
My dearest friend in childhood was a girl named Naomi. Naomi was a year older than I, with a...
To say that I had a tough start in life would be quite the understatement. When I was younger,...
In our younger days, whispers always floated about the family regarding how ‘mischievous’ Aunt Matilda had been, though the...
(gap: 2s) When the golden afternoon sunlight streams through my window, I am reminded of my own childhood, many...
(gap: 2s) My childhood in England, during the gentle years of the 1970s and early 1980s, was filled with...
(gap: 2s) In the heart of a most respectable English village, where the hedgerows were always neatly trimmed and...
When I was a little girl, our next-door neighbours were my mother’s sister, Aunt Linda, and her daughter, Susan....
(gap: 2s) If you would care to listen, I shall recount a tale from my own boyhood, set in...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle embrace of 1960s Britain, my childhood days unfolded in a town where discipline and...
The sitting room was always bathed in the most glorious golden sunlight, which streamed through the lace curtains and...
gap: 2s) Every summer, when the days were long and the air was filled with the sweet scent of...
(gap: 2s) My childhood, set amidst the gentle bustle of a 1950s English suburb, was a tapestry woven with...
I wonder, have you ever found yourself in trouble at a friend’s house, and received a stern word or...
In the gentle sunlight of my childhood home, discipline was administered with a sense of care and purpose. While...
(gap: 2s) My mother, Margaret, was a lady of unwavering principle and gentle heart, yet she held steadfastly to...
The summer holidays, in those days, seemed to stretch on forever, golden and endless, like a river of sunlight...
(gap: 2s) My brother Peter, who is but a year older than I, recently reminded me—rather triumphantly—of the notorious...
(gap: 2s) Before I recount the events of that most memorable summer, allow me to introduce the principal figures...
My mother was a bus conductress, known as a clippie in those days. She wore a smart navy uniform,...
(gap: 2s) In the summers of my childhood, the world was a place of peculiar wonders and secret rules,...
(gap: 2s) In the days of my youth, when the world seemed both impossibly vast and yet as intimate...
(gap: 2s) In the golden days of my childhood, there was one person who could instill more respect in...
My mother was a teenager when I was born and for some personal reasons, I ended up living with...
Each summer, our family would gather at one of my aunt’s charming houses for a weekend filled with laughter...
In the gentle days of my childhood, my Mother and Father delighted in the world of amateur theatre. It...
(gap: 2s) There is a certain charm to the recollections of one’s childhood, particularly when viewed through the gentle...
My own story began when I was sent into foster care, and it was there that I met Auntie...
If anyone were to ask me about my earliest memory, I would say it was the Christmas when I...
Before I recount that remarkable Sunday, allow me to introduce the principal characters in my tale, as though you...
(gap: 2s) It was a bright and cheerful Sunday morning in our little village, and the church bells rang...
(gap: 2s) Each summer holiday, when the sun shone brightly over the green meadows, I would travel to stay...
I grew up in the gentle countryside of southeast Texas, where the days were long and golden, and the...
gap: 2s) I have a younger brother—just thirteen months my junior, which, in the grand tradition of British understatement,...